I sometimes find myself in a place where there appears to be nothing in particular to write about; although in reality there is a multitude of thoughts taking place in my head at the same time, none of which has been articulated to the point of lending itself to literation in a blog post. It's as if the mind is being pulled in different directions. But thankfully, this blog exists and it provides a means by which to vent some of the emotion, the frustration, and more. I think I need to learn how to concentrate on individual thoughts more consciously, and do less of the cerebral gymnastics to which I am so liable.
I've been thinking about Madonna and her quest to adopt Malawian babies. Why Malawi in particular, one wonders. I can't make up my mind whether I support what she's doing, or whether removing children from their culture denies them the right to their true identity. I do not believe that a person's true identity can or should be divorced from their roots, their history, their culture.
I've been following this unfolding story with some interest, and sometimes even amusement. I'm surprised when some people argue fervently that this fabulously wealthy American mega-star stands to benefit in any personal sense from her adoption of a couple of poor African orphan children. The way I see it, what Madonna has to offer those very fortunate children is a life and a future that is beyond the wildest imagination of any members of the children's extended family; those whom it has been argued should be the ones to raise the children. That said, I still see some value in the argument that the children are better off remaining in the community into which they were born.
Madonna, in my view, is wealthy enough to uplift entire communities in Malawi in a very real sense. In this way she would be able to attain her ostensible goal of bettering the lives of some who are less fortunate than she is, but also be able to affect the lives of a greater number of individuals.
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